Steve couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched his clumsy girlfriend attempt another swing. With his hands on his hips, he tried to hold back his laughter.

He stepped in to help, his hands guiding her hips and slipping under her shirt as he adjusted her stance. Despite Steve’s best efforts, it turned into a mess of missed hits and stolen kisses.

“You’re supposed to be throwing the ball into the hoop, baby. Not flustering me.” He murmurs softly, lips moving against hers. “Come on. Try again.”